There is a dangerous freedom
found in a moving car
at sunset.
Imposing, intoxicating,
the windows overflow
with gold.
When your music is loud enough,
when it swells like syrup,
breathe deeply.
Let it all well up within you.
It will overpower,
consume you.
Let the corners of your mouth curl
slowly up your wet face.
Perfect bliss.
You will be tempted to fear death.
If you must, make it brief.
It will pass.
In this fear, you won't fear what comes,
but what you'll leave behind.
Breathe deeply.
Wrapped in this holy catharsis,
you'll learn to carry on
peacefully.
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